The Auction | THE BOY CANYON Vol. 1

I can tell you from firsthand experience, life doesn’t just flash before your eyes when you’re about to meet your maker, it also does so when you are face-to-face with a moment where a single decision will instantly change everything.

My mind was blank as I stood beside Master Kamp; seriously, I didn’t even know if I could remember my own name. When I heard the Master snap his fingers, my instincts told me to jump, and I took my place kneeling on the block before me. The intense white light from above warmed me but removed my sight. Feeling a dozen sets of eyes observing the merchandise before them, all I could see were pictures from the last 19 years. The dog my parents got me as a Christmas gift when I was five. My stepdad coaching my soccer team and our first game. My best friend’s birthday party, where I had my first kiss with a girl. The sleepover after that birthday party, where I kissed my best friend. Becoming the captain of my high school wrestling team and winning a state title. Getting a full scholarship to my first-choice college. Winning my first match wearing a violet singlet for NYU. My last match, where I was slammed so hard to the mat, receiving a concussion so severe that it ended my wrestling career, causing me to lose my scholarship and ****** me to leave school. Which leads me here, to this moment. Like some out of body experience, and I am a member in the crowd looking at the young athletic man, on his knees, wearing only a black silk jockstrap, a matching bow tie and across his face and chest, the dried remnants of the cum load that had been worked out of him with a glass toy merely minutes ago.

I was forced back to the present when I heard “I’ll start the bidding.” Once again, my instincts told me to stop focusing on the past and allow the unknown future to present itself. I turn my gaze into the darkness, as my new reality started to take shape. I no longer see myself as the wrestling jock with the entire world at my fingertips. Instead, I tighten my core to highlight my muscles and present myself as a young man who proudly accepts his fate as the purchased prize for a Master’s sexual pleasure.

I have signed a contract allowing my new Master to make any and all decisions about my livelihood. Where I live. Where I sleep. What I eat. What I wear. How I am used. Who uses me. Somehow, fear of the unknown left my body and has been replaced with the excitement of what could be. Will be.

Master Kamp stood behind me and slowly ran his hands over my body. My unseen bidders watch as he lifts my arm behind my head and trace his fingers down the length of it, tickling my armpit while he explores my hair, and targets my nipple, teasing and squeezing it and making me moan. I feel his satin tie, brushing against my bare ass as I lean backwards, against his chest. He works his manly hand past the waistband of my jockstrap and starts stroking my dick. I feel his calloused hand wrap completely around my cock and balls, rubbing them against the silken pouch, causing a small drop of precum to appear from the tip.

He takes hold of both of my nipples and starts pinching them to make them even harder than they were. I feel Master Kamp’s erection straining in his trousers while he inflicts more strength in the torture of my chest and begins to rub warm oil over my skin and stroking my hard cock hiding in my jock.

“SNAP”

My natural instincts kick into overdrive, as I spin around, laying my head and chest down on the block and arch my back, lifting my ass into the air, presenting my opening to the bidders. On full display, the black leg straps of the jockstrap accentuate my pale bare ass and the tan peach fuzz covered pucker Master Kamp had earlier examined and explored with his glass plug. Applying more oil to my skin, his thick, rough fingers probe my hole, introducing it to my spectators, spreading it wider allowing them to see the meaty pink flesh inside. He pulls my hard cock from my pouch, aiming it behind me and began stroking it towards the crowd, while continuing to work an additional finger deeper into me. I give into the moment, forgetting all the eyes on me, and allow my body to enjoy his touch and moan even louder than before. I even start to feel that familiar tingle in my balls that I am only a few strokes away from shooting a load.

“SNAP”

Disappointment takes over as I realize Master Kamp is no longer touching me and I reposition myself back on my knees.

“The auction is now closed. We have a winner. Will the winner please step forward.”

This was it. I no longer have control over my own body. I have a Master that I am about to meet for the first time. My fate is in his hands. But somehow, my concern isn’t about what will happen to me next, I am more worried about how I can satisfy my Master and make him proud of his purchase.

From the darkness, the shadow of a man begins to take shape. I look up at him as Master Kamp slides a gold band onto his finger. My Master was a tall, bearded man, with raven hair and even darker eyes. He was the type of man that I would have drooled over as I approached him on the sidewalk and then would have felt heartbroken that he didn’t even make eye contact with me as we passed one another. Has luck finally decided to be kind to me? This handsome man is my Master?

His hands are cold as he places one on my neck and another on my chin, lifting my lips to meet his. I part my mouth, and he forces his tongue in, the tip circling around my tongue. I wanted to purr, but my muffled moan filled his mouth instead.

I turn around and present my backside to him. I feel the heat of his breath against my skin and then his mustache connecting to my ass crack. His tongue tracing circles inside my hole, using the same pattern he had just performed in my mouth. His large hands spread my cheeks wider as he drives his tongue deeper into my chute. I feel myself tightening my hairy pucker on his tongue trying to pull him further inside me. I feel his moans vibrate inside my body, sending his approval via a form of sexual morse code, from my asshole to my brain. With my hole, now tender and moist, he works one and then two long fingers into me, sending shivers all over my body.

Master Aries repositions me to watch him undress. As he unzips his pants, his scent hits me like a brick. His musk makes me salivate and I force my face into his crotch and try to devour his growing dick and heavy balls while they are still hidden behind the white cotton fabric of his briefs. I focus my attention on the head of his cock. There, wet spots were forming on the material and I had to taste my Master’s pre-cum soaking from his piss slit. When he lowered his briefs and presented his cock to me for the first time, I knew I could happily live the rest of my life with him buried inside any part of me. Running my tongue along his veiny member, I realized how much I loved the taste of his cock. I close my eyes and start memorizing the sensitive areas of his shaft with my tongue.

He pulls out of my mouth and walks behind me. My body fills with excitement knowing I am about to feel Master Aries fuck me raw and fill me with his nut for first time. He rubs his meaty head against my pucker, teasing me before taking aim. I feel the pressure as he starts to push, but I am greedy and don't want to wait. I had to have him, all of him in me now. I force my hole to open as wide as I could, and he slides further inside of his purchase. I knew he had bottomed out once I felt the hair at the base of his cock brush the lips of my hole.

I worked myself up and down his shaft as he removed his shirt. He grabs my waist and starts slam-fucking my - no, his hole. I could not control the sounds escaping my mouth or the smile that spread across my face. I lift my ass into the air as he stands above me and continues his attack on my insides, creating a perfectly curated play area for his girthy manhood.

Master Aries smacks my ass, flips me onto my back while lifting my legs high into the air and slides back into the warmth of my hole. I take hold of my ankles and lift them higher and spread them wider to give him greater access. I am completely lost in a trance, the rhythm of our fuck. The heat of his cock hammering at my prostate, the power of his hard, muscular hips slamming against my ass, I look up at my Master, becoming ****** off the pure sexuality dripping from him.

I pull my dick from the pouch of my jockstrap and start jerking myself, matching our strokes. I ask Master Aries permission to cum. Thrusting harder and faster, as he nears orgasm, Master Aries says, “Yes, you can.” I immediately shoot my load, covering my hand, jockstrap and stomach in my stickiness. Looking down at me, he announces, “this is it boy, I am going to give it to you!” and I feel his already huge cock swell even larger as he starts filling me with the first of thousands of loads I will collect and carry inside of me.

He pulls out and watches his cum as it leaks from my hole but quickly pushes it back in with his entire cock, making sure it stays where it belongs, inside of me. While Master catches his breath, he runs his fingers through the load on my stomach and brings them to his mouth, tasting my cream and smiles at me.

As Master Aries stands and leaves the room, he hands me a small hand towel, “Clean yourself. I will see you later.” And then he was gone.

“Later?” I ask myself, “Is he not taking me with him? I belong to him! Why is he leaving me?” Then, I answer myself, “You are such a fool. Remember, he makes the decisions now. There is no need to think – just serve your Master.”

I clear my head of worry and begin wiping away the evidence of our fuck, preparing his prize for our next encounter.